"Child?" Ma Xiaoquan blinked, "What child? Does Sister Lan Lan know any children?"
Yang Lei shook his head: "I was busy at that time, so I saw the two of them saying something at the door. Then Zhao Minglan changed his clothes and followed him. Xiaohu, didn't Zhao Minglan go back? Otherwise, I would too
I'll help you find it, I have nothing to do at the moment."
One more person means more strength. Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Okay, if possible, find more people to help me look for it."
Since Zhuoyi Laboratory has not been found, it can only be calculated based on the time when Zhao Minglan left.
According to Yang Lei's witnessing time, it was probably just after 3 pm when Zhao Minglan left. It only took twenty-five minutes to walk back home from the laboratory. If he took a small road, the time would be shortened to a quarter of an hour.
Zhao Minglan usually takes the main road when he goes home. The trees on both sides of the road are too lush and blocked in the summer. In winter, the wind rustles the trees and penetrates people. Therefore, Zhao Minglan, a girl, usually does not dare to walk.
Ma Xiaoquan searched around along the main road but couldn't find it. He searched around along the small road again but still couldn't find it.
"It's strange, why don't you have any clues?" Ma Xiaoquan kicked a stone away from his feet in frustration, and the stone hit the opposite wall with a muffled sound.
If he didn't find the person, he could only go home and have a look. Maybe Zhao Minglan was just joking, in case he was at home now.
When I got home, Aunt Hong was the only one at home. All the food on the table was cold. Aunt Hong sat blankly at the table, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
Seeing Ma Xiaoquan, Aunt Hong stepped forward and asked eagerly if she had found Zhao Minglan.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't dare to say, but his expression was enough for Aunt Hong to guess that he hadn't found it yet.
Aunt Hong choked up, but she quickly wiped away her tears and said: "Just now your uncle asked someone to come back and said that they were looking for him, but Mao Jianhua suddenly went to the institute and asked the people in the institute to focus their work on hanging in the north of the city.
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"Damn~" Ma Xiaoquan punched the wall with a thud that made Aunt Hong's eyelids jump several times.
"Auntie, don't worry. I'll go out and look for her again. If I can't find Sister Lanlan, I won't come back."
Ma Xiaoquan rushed out of the door and when he ran to the first floor, Aunt Zhang stopped him.
Ma Xiaoquan was a little impatient, but Aunt Zhang said politely: "Xiaohu, I went to the market to buy vegetables today, and I heard someone saying that they saw Lan Lan."
"Where?"
Aunt Zhang shook her head: "I didn't hear clearly. But it seemed that she followed a child to the south of the city."
"Chengnan?" Ma Xiaoquan was stunned, "Why is Sister Lanlan going to the south of the city?"
In any case, the news from Aunt Zhang came in time. Now I don’t think about whether the news is true or not. We’ll talk about it later.
"Thank you, Aunt Zhang. When I find Sister Lanlan, I will buy you an old hen."
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It has become completely dark.
Ma Xiaoquan followed Aunt Zhang's words and ran towards the south of the city.
There is a state-run wholesale market in the south of the city. Due to the recent visit of foreign guests, the closing time of the wholesale market was delayed by two and a half hours.
When Ma Xiaoquan arrived at the entrance of the wholesale market, he hadn't gotten off work yet.
Several neighbors in Lantian Community worked in the wholesale market. After seeing Ma Xiaoquan, they came up to say hello to him.
Ma Xiaoquan didn't waste any words and asked if he had seen Sister Lanlan.
I asked around and no one said they had seen it.
Just when Ma Xiaoquan was about to give up, a neighbor's child pouted and said, "Brother Xiaohu, I saw Sister Lanlan."
Ma Xiaoquan squatted down and asked, "Where did you see it?"
The child thought for a while, then pointed in the south direction and said, "I saw Sister Lanlan and a brother walking that way."
"Which way to go?" Ma Xiaoquan looked in the direction of the child's finger. Further south, there was only the slaughterhouse in the south of the city.
"Xiao Ming, are you sure Sister Lanlan is going south again?" Ma Xiaoquan asked the child.
"Brother Huzi, are you sure what you mean?" the child asked him, biting his finger and blinking his big eyes.
The neighbor knelt down, picked up the child, and smiled at Ma Xiaoquan and said, "This little guy is running around in the market. He may have seen it wrong. Don't take it seriously."
Ma Xiaoquan nodded, said nothing, turned around and ran towards the slaughterhouse.
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Inside the police station.
Uncle Zhao put his hands on the table and stared at Mao Jianhua sitting opposite him with red eyes.
Mao Jianhua lit a cigarette, took a puff, and blew the smoke into Uncle Zhao's face.
"Chu Mao, you can't do this. We have already figured out the case of the man who hanged himself in the north of the city. I don't think it is necessary to investigate further. Just follow the procedures. My daughter suddenly disappeared today. I have to find her.
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Mao Jianhua smiled disapprovingly: "What do you mean there is no need to investigate further? You just figured out the identity of the man who hanged himself. Where is his family? Oh~~ I made a note, asked a few questions, oh~ and let him go.
Oh, what if, I mean, what if this family is the principal and accomplice of the arson case at the suburban slaughterhouse?"
Uncle Zhao smiled bitterly and said: "This is so good, why is it related to the arson case of the slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city?"
"It doesn't matter. The man who hanged himself is a temporary worker in the slaughterhouse. His family doesn't have any jobs, so they rely on his income alone. The whole family is waiting to eat. It's not like there are no meat thefts in the slaughterhouse.
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Uncle Zhao got angry and said: "Even if you steal meat, you have to steal from the slaughterhouse you operate. The slaughterhouse on the outskirts of the city has been deserted for several years. How can you steal meat?"
Mao Jianhua stood up, frowned and said: "Yes, that's why I asked you to check. Why are you making such a fuss, saying that your daughter is missing? Your daughter is in Zhuoyi's laboratory. Where can she not be seen? I'll tell you.
Zhao Shanhe, even though you have just returned to work, if you have any more thoughts, just go back."
Uncle Zhao was also anxious. He slammed his fist on the table and cursed: "Mao Jianhua, you are so damn inhuman, okay, I really quit this time, okay?"
Mao Jianhua sneered: "I didn't say you wouldn't do it, and I don't have the right to say you wouldn't do it. As the director, you have to do it. If you really have any objections, just wait until tomorrow morning to report to the city bureau."
"You~" Uncle Zhao was shaking with hatred. If a colleague hadn't stopped him, he really wanted to go up and strangle Mao Jianhua to death on the spot.
Mao Jianhua smiled proudly and rolled his eyes at Uncle Zhao: "Zhao Shanhe, you can find your daughter if you want. You can go find it alone. Colleagues in the office, please don't move around. They still have their work. This is all
It's late at night, there are a lot of people on duty today, you, you, you, you guys, go back and rest."
Several policemen who were pointed out by Mao Jianhua looked confused and turned their attention to Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao crushed his palms to pieces, but still held back his anger and waved to his colleagues, saying that you should go home first.
Mao Jianhua put the half-finished cigarette in Uncle Zhao's mouth, patted his shoulder and said: "Okay, your daughter is an adult now, she must be playful, you go alone
Look, remember to go to work on time tomorrow." After saying that, Mao Jianhua shook his head, and the few hairs on his head moved a few times.
After Mao Jianhua left, there were not many people left in the police station.
Except Xiaoque, everyone else has to be on duty.
Uncle Zhao turned his attention to Xiaoque, but Xiaoque deliberately avoided Uncle Zhao's gaze.
Uncle Zhao sighed, shook his head, and walked out of the police station in frustration.
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When Ma Xiaoquan arrived at the slaughterhouse in the south of the city, the big clock in the center of Phoenix City struck nine.
It's already nine o'clock in the evening.
The slaughterhouse had finished get off work long ago, and the janitor was also asleep.
Ma Xiaoquan easily climbed over the door and glanced at the snoring concierge in the concierge.
This was his second visit to the Chengnan Slaughterhouse. The last time, he was an employee, and he happened to make a rough note of the location of the factory buildings in the slaughterhouse.
This time, at least I won't mess around.
Since the neighbor's child said that Zhao Minglan was heading towards the slaughterhouse, it is very likely that Zhao Minglan will come to the slaughterhouse.
But as a student, why would she come to the slaughterhouse?
And who is the child who leads him?
With his head full of questions, Ma Xiaoquan came to the slaughtering workshop.
The operation of the state-owned slaughterhouses is relatively extensive. In addition, in the south of the city, there are generally not many people coming except for people pulling goods. Therefore, whether it is a slaughterhouse or other workshops, the door will not be closed tightly and lightly.
Just push it and you can squeeze it in.
Although the workshop had been cleaned, the smell of blood was still strong. Ma Xiaoquan frowned and adjusted for a while before feeling slightly better.
Because the slaughtered meat needs to be acidified, the slaughtered cattle, sheep and pigs are hung in the second half of the slaughterhouse.
Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hand, and the red flame rose, instantly illuminating a range of five to six meters around him.
The temperature required for acid discharge cannot be too high. The large fans hanging in the back half of the slaughtering room blow cool air, keeping the temperature of the entire slaughtering room basically consistent with the outdoor temperature.
Ma Xiaoquan searched carefully, but found nothing big. Just when he wanted to take a look at other workshops, he suddenly discovered a fingerprint on the slaughtering table.
This fingerprint is not big, and visual inspection indicates that it was probably made by a child's hand.
Although the work in the slaughterhouse is good, the adults who work usually don't come here as long as they take a break. This business is still about killing animals. People in the 1980s were still superstitious and would never bring their children here if nothing happened.
In the venue.
But the handprint on the desk in front of me was obviously that of a child.
Ma Xiaoquan searched carefully again, and finally found half a piece of wrapping paper under the desk.
This half piece of wrapping paper was exactly the same as the wrapping paper that Zhao Minglan gave him for chocolate. Ma Xiaoquan finished eating the chocolate and unfolded the wrapping paper to look at it carefully.
Even if the supply and marketing cooperatives in Phoenix City have imported chocolate, the price is very high. Even if the workers at the slaughterhouse are well paid, they will definitely not be willing to spend this money to buy chocolate.